Sunday, May 28, 2006
Lets say that you are a company that sells products: You have all kinds of customer, some rich, some poor, some price oriented, others service oriented (yaya, from our marketing class). To maximize profit, should a company charge the same price for everyone or should they charge different price for different customer? The answer of course is that you charge higher price for people who are less price sensitive and lower price for people who are more price sensitive.
Amazon.com has experimented with this kind of multi level pricing a few years ago by charging different type of customer different price. This, however, has provoked a public outcry because it is illegal and they have since stopped doing that. But does it mean that discriminatory pricing is non existant in our society?
Take a look at the picture at our left. The upper one is a discount coupon you receive when you buy certain things while the one below is a fidelity card in which you accumulate points for future purchase voucher. As a customer, it usually means an extra hassle or even embarrassment (if you want your cool image to remain cool, you don't want people seeing you use all these things :) ) to use these promotional items. If the supermarket really want to reward their "loyal" customers, why not just reduce the price straightaway instead of creating a few more unwanted hurdles?
The answer lies above, discriminatory pricing raises profit: People who uses coupons and fidelity cards are usually mid to low income earners while those rich customers or rich-wannabes won't even bother using them. By making sure that different customers, according to their price sensitivities, pay different price indirectly, they maximize potential customer and profit.
-gAvIn-
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Song: Lonely
Lonely
I'm Mr. Lonely,
I have nobody,
For my owwnnn
I'm so lonely,
I'm Mr. Lonely,
I have nobody,
For my owwnnn
I'm so lonely,
Yo, this one here, goes out to all my
Players out there man, you know
They got to have one good girl who's
Always been there like,
Took all the bullshit
Then one day she can't take it no more
And decides to leave
I woke up in the middle of the night
And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side,
Could sworn I was dreaming,
For her I was feening,
So I had take a little ride,
Back tracking over these few years,
Trying a figure out what I do to make it go bad,
Cause every since my girl left me,
My whole life came crashin' and I'm so...
So lonely (so lonely),
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own girl)
I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own girl)
Can't belive I had a girl like you
And I just let you walk right out my life,
After all I put you thru
You still stuck around and stayed by my side,
What really hurt me is I broke your heart,
Baby you were a good girl and I had no right,
I Really wanna make things right cause,
without you in my life girl i'm so...
Lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own girl)
I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own baby)
Been all about the world
Ain't never met a girl that can take the
Things that you been
Through
Never thought the day would come
Where you would get up and run
And I would be out chasing you
Cause aint nowhere in the globe I'd
Rather be,
Aint no one in the globe I'd rather see
Than the girl of my dreams that made me be
So happy but now so lonely...
So lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own girl)
So lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own girrlll)
Never thought that I'd be alone,
I didn't hope you'd be gone this long,
I just want you to call my phone,
So stop playing girl and come on home
(Come on home),
Baby girl I didn't mean to shout,
I want me and you to work it out,
I never wished I'd ever Hurt my baby,
And its driving me crazy cause I'm
So...
So lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own girrrlll)
I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm mr. Lonely (mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own girrrlll)
Lonely, (so lonely),
So lonely, (so lonely),
Mr. Lonely, (so lonely)
So lonely, (so lonely),
So lonely,
Mr. Lonely.
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
MAKES WHATEVER COMPLAINTS I HAVE NON-EXISTENT. Have a close look at both the photographs & read the messages below them. Its our moral duty to be concerned... towards humanity; to care...
Dear God, I promise I will never waste my food no matter how bad it can taste and how full I may be. I pray that He will protect this little boy, guide and deliver him away from his misery. I pray that we will be more sensitive towards the world around us and not be blinded by our own selfish nature and interests.
I hope this picture will always serve as a reminder to us that how fortunate we are and that we must never ever take things for granted.
thank you for reading... pass this on to as many people as u possibly can... u may ask what for???
so that we can help and to do that, we first need to be aware of the suffering that is going on around the world today... when u feel down and sad, think about this picture, and then u'll see that whatever short-comings or bad luck or whatever u might call it that u might think u have is nothing in comparison with what tis little child went through... if he or she (for i do not noe the sex of the child) is still alive, i pray for him or her to be healthy and happy and if by any chance, he or she is not, i pray that his or her soul rests peaceful...
thank you...
-aDRiANo-
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
I hate contact lenses and I believe I will always do :)
In France, to get a new pair of contact lenses or specs, you can not get it straight away in an optician...you need to first see an eye doctor, called an ophthalmologists here. Needless bureaucracy? Of course! (You know, all those ophthalmologists lobby for this law so that they can be kept busy and keep their jobs) To make matters worse, we have to wait like 1 year to see one ophthalmologists because there is an acute shotage of them.
Anyway, to make matters short, I wanted to try contact lenses because I have been wearing a spec for like....6 years....I got my trial pair of contact lenses today and happily took them home after the optician demonstrated to me how to put it on and take it off: Its roughly like this:
How Do I Insert and Remove My Contact Lenses?
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Checking if your lens is right side out | ||||
If the edges of your lens turn out, it is inside out. To correct this, apply a few drops of OPTI-FREE® Express® Multi-Action Solution on your lens and reverse it. | ||||
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Inserting your lens | ||||
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Removing your lens | ||||
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I tried 3 times...The first time, I blinked even before the lense is remotely in place; it dropped out. The second time, same thing happened...ditto for the third time.
Fine...I have patience and I'll keep on trying....so I tried to overturn the lense to see how it's shape like in the wrong side...turned back and....f*** it....it actually broke! Guess like I need to wait one more week before I can get another lense for my right eye.
Any contact lens users here with advices for me? My eyes blinks naturally when I try to insert the lens and I am afraid of not letting it blink. Either I am too nervous or that my grip of my upper lid lead isn't strong enought. And also,how to avoid breaking the damn thing...(I think it was because I just cutted my fingernails). I have tried a few more times for my left eye but to no avail....I guess I'll try again tonight. Wish me luck, please. :)
-gAvIn-
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of an Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here
in the jiwang mood... hahaha... enjoy...
-aDRiANo-
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Today marks the anniversary of the darkest day in my country's history. To know more about the incident, see Adrian's post below. What saddens me is that even today, from what I see in various blogs, people would think that the malays and the chineses are still waging war with each other. Don't believe me? Visit http://www.bakrimusa.com/ or http://blog.limkitsiang.com/ and take a look at the comments section by some (albeit a minority) readers of their blog.
Allow me to speak my mind: Racial segregation is very real in Malaysia. For example, I studied in a chinese school before coming here. My school is called an independent high school as it does not receive any financial aid from the government (because the government do not support chinese as a medium of education, we don't have the same syllabus and that does not promote unity among races etc etc). To make things short, 99% of the students in my school are chinese and I think 90% of us don't have any malay friends. (I was one of them) And I have to admit that quite a number of them are actually racists. Was it their fault? I don't really blame them....how can you appreciate and love someone without actually knowing them? I propose that our schools advertise in malay newspapers and increase the number of malay students studying there. With the advent of China as a world economic superpower, I think that there will be an increasing number of malay parents who will appreciate their children learning mandarin.
Back to the point, it is saddening that even today, our history textbook records little of the actual cause and effect of the May 13 racial riots. Excuse me for saying this, but the authors of our history book, all malays, are quite happy to devote half of the book to Islamic history and civilization. While it is true that Islamic history is very important and their civilization had given mankind some of our most important discoveries, half of book is too much and we lacked other aspects of world history. Our politicians likes to use May 13 as a tool to provoke fear among races (for example: Be careful of what you say, say the wrong things and may 13 will happen again, and I am sure you don't want it to happen), instead of respecting it and try not to repeat history. I want to request forgiveness for those who are offended reading this, I apologize if I have not been sensitive enough but I think racial relations should be something that is open and discussable. I blame the chineses as much as the malays for letting all this happened. Don't get me wrong though, we malaysians still live in harmony and peace and things are not as bad as I sounded :) PS: I personally likes malay cuisine more than chinese one, my family would attest to that.
Anyway, May 13 was bad. It brought out the uglier side of Malaysians. But May 13 also showed us that Malaysians can be compassionate, tolerant and understanding when the situation demands so. Below is a heart warming tale told by Raja Petra Kamarudin of an incident that happended during may 13:
My late father, Raja Kamarudin bin Raja Sir Tun Uda, was a director of Lever Brothers (now called Unilever) during the May 13 era. One of his Chinese managers lived in Jalan Raja Abdullah (yes, THE Raja Abdullah, partner of Yap Ah Loy) in Kampong Baru, the epicenter of May 13. And his family was at home that afternoon of 13 May 1969.
When the Malay residents of Jalan Raja Abdullah heard that trouble had erupted along Jalan Raja Muda, they quickly ‘smuggled’ their Chinese neighbours into their homes. When some Malays started going house-to-house searching for Chinese, the Malays dressed the Chinese in Baju Melayu (Malay costume) and brought them over to the Kampong Baru Mosque -- which by then had become a sort of refugee centre for all those stranded in Kampong Baru due to the curfew that had been imposed. No one could enter or leave Kampong Baru so the mosque was the safest place of refuge.
In the meantime, the Chinese manager was stranded in Lever Brothers’ office in Jalan Bangsar. He could not go home because of the curfew. Anyway, to go home would have been suicide because Kampong Baru and the areas surrounding it saw some of the worst racial skirmishes. The manager phoned the police who went over to his Jalan Raja Abdullah home and found the house burnt to the ground and the family missing. He assumed they had all been killed. The distraught manager did not know they were safe in the Kampong Baru Mosque dressed as Malays. Imagine his relief when many days later he found his family alive thanks to his Malay neighbours.
In Pasar Borong, an all-Chinese wholesale market (then along Jalan Ipoh behind the old Tabung Haji headquarters) it was the other way around. There was this lone Malay trader who was stranded there when trouble broke out. The Chinese traders at the market hid the Malay in some fish boxes, safe from the marauding Chinese who were looking for Malays to kill -- just like what the Malays in Kampong Baru were doing.
He had to suffer the stench for a couple of days but the Chinese kept him alive until it was safe for him to emerge from his hiding place and go home to his family who had given him up for dead.
These are but two though by no means the only ‘good’ stories of May 13. Taman Seputeh was then (and still is, I think) a mixed Malay-Chinese neighbourhood. The residents got together to form a guard unit (equivalent to the Rukun Tetangga before the word was even invented) to patrol the area. When any armed Malays came to the neighbourhood, the Malay residents would go face them to negotiate safe passage for the Chinese and if any armed Chinese came instead, then the Chinese residents would reciprocate. Taman Seputeh saw no bloodshed the entire period.
-gAvIn-
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Monday, May 08, 2006
PS: Sorry la Adrian, since you're not born in the first 3 months, its abit hard for you to play alongside with Ronaldinho.
In an article written by STEPHEN J. DUBNER and STEVEN D. LEVITT ( auther of a very refreshing and inspiring economics book called the Freakonomics ) in the New York Times, a question was asked: Why were a big majority of football stars borned in the first 3 months of the year?
Quote:
If you were to examine the birth certificates of every soccer player in next month's World Cup tournament, you would most likely find a noteworthy quirk: elite soccer players are more likely to have been born in the earlier months of the year than in the later months. If you then examined the European national youth teams that feed the World Cup and professional ranks, you would find this quirk to be even more pronounced. On recent English teams, for instance, half of the elite teenage soccer players were born in January, February or March, with the other half spread out over the remaining 9 months. In Germany, 52 elite youth players were born in the first three months of the year, with just 4 players born in the last three.
What might account for this anomaly? Here are a few guesses: a) certain astrological signs confer superior soccer skills; b) winter-born babies tend to have higher oxygen capacity, which increases soccer stamina; c) soccer-mad parents are more likely to conceive children in springtime, at the annual peak of soccer mania; d) none of the above.
Anders Ericsson, a 58-year-old psychology professor at Florida State University had made some studies and concluded that what we normaly glorify as talent are simply overrated.When it comes to choosing a life path, you should do what you love — because if you don't love it, you are unlikely to work hard enough to get very good. Most people naturally don't like to do things they aren't "good" at. So they often give up, telling themselves they simply don't possess the talent for math or skiing or the violin. But what they really lack is the desire to be good and to undertake the deliberate practice that would make them better.
I would tend to agree with what he said from my personal experience: When I was in Malaysia studying my maths, I have to admit that I got horrible results. I often told myself that maths was not my forte and that I would probably be better off giving up on it. For 6 long years, I hardly did any homework and unsurprisingly, I sucked at maths ;). In the past few months in France, I got the opportunity to repeat the maths that I have done in Malaysia, determined not to suck again for a second time, I took the time to at least do the homework our professor gave to us. And at the end of the day, I think I got some good results. Was it due to my talent in maths? No way, hard work played a much more important role.
For the conclusion of the question above:
Since youth sports are organized by age bracket, teams inevitably have a cutoff birth date. In the European youth soccer leagues, the cutoff date is Dec. 31. So when a coach is assessing two players in the same age bracket, one who happened to have been born in January and the other in December, the player born in January is likely to be bigger, stronger, more mature. Guess which player the coach is more likely to pick? He may be mistaking maturity for ability, but he is making his selection nonetheless. And once chosen, those January-born players are the ones who, year after year, receive the training, the deliberate practice and the feedback — to say nothing of the accompanying self-esteem — that will turn them into elites.
This may be bad news if you are a rabid soccer mom or dad whose child was born in the wrong month. But keep practicing: a child conceived on this Sunday in early May would probably be born by next February, giving you a considerably better chance of watching the 2030 World Cup from the family section
PS: Sorry la Adrian, since you're not born in the first 3 months, its abit hard for you to play alongside with Ronaldinho.-gAvIn-
Sunday, May 07, 2006
The straberries on the upper part of the pictures are French Gariguette whereas the ones below are Spanish (I have no idea what variety of strawberry is it). It is still early season for strawberries because the french gariguettes are among the first to ripen in early Mai. Hmm....thats not the point anyway. The thing that alarms me the most is the price difference between the 2. The french gariguettes costs 7.80€ per kilo while the spanish one costs 2.5€ per kilo, about a third cheaper. More surprising is that in the 5 minutes that I loitered around the stall, most shoppers chose the one which is 3 times more expansive than the other without even considering the price.
From what we study in economics, prices can be however high they want if the consumers perceive that the utility, or satisfaction they gain from purchasing the item is worth it. Sceptical that the french gariguette is worth 3 times more than the spanish variety, I bought both to try them out:
The gariguettes: Are younger, more tender, a tad bit sweeter, has firm flesh and less acid then the spanish ones, brighter in colour
The unknown spanish variety: Older, less tender, abit less sweeter, flesh abit more firm and tasted more acidic, darker.
As a poor student, I feel that as long as I get those freaking vitamins, magnesium, zinc and iron, I don't give a damn if it's abit tastier but costs like 3 times more. However, for the average affluent french, taste and patriostism matters perhaps alot more. :) Yeap, I wrote all these because i have nothing better to do in a boring Sunday afternoon.
-gAvIn-
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
beware people!!!
those who missed this article from news.yahoo.com check it out... these are some excerpts from that article...
Salary.com offers a Web site (http://www.mom.salary.com) where mothers can calculate what they could be paid, based on how many children they have, where they live and other factors. The site will produce a printable document that looks like a paycheck, Coleman said."
Monday, May 01, 2006
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have that magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
Other dancers may be on the floor
Dear, but my eyes will see only you
Only you have the magic technique
When we sway I go weak
I can hear the sounds of violins
Long before it begins
Make me thrill as only you know how
Sway me smooth, sway me now
When marimba rhythms start to play
Dance with me, make me sway
Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
When marimba start to play
Hold me close, makes me sway
Like an ocean hugs the shore
Hold me close, sway me more
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with me, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with me
Stay with me, sway with me
A song by Michael Bublé (not written by him though) , a 25 year old canadian singer who has an awesome vocal.
-gAvIn-